The scene: Lucy andSamantha sittiginthenew prayer space with fans of saint cards in hand.
Lucy: “Do you have a Saint Rose?”
Samantha: “Go fish!”
Category Archives: Credo
go fish!
Holy Water
Lucy has a theory. She thinks that all we need to do to make the world a better place starts with a little Holy Water. You take some of this “magical” stuff in a cup, and go find a bad person. You have two weeks to do this, as she assured us this evening that the water stays good for two weeks. When you find the bad person, you have them drink the Holy Water. Then they won’t want to be bad any more.
I want to live in her world.
January 25, 2010 – Church and State
In the space of an hour tonight, the girls’ imaginative play included two hilarious and touching games. The first was “Mass”, complete with Goldfish and water intincture for communion, the girls taking turns as priest, and a fantastic version of “Hosanna to Jesus the King” of Lucy’s own creation.
When that was finished, Lucy announced that we were going to do what the man on the computer was doing (Craig was watching the State of the Union): she would stand up and talk, and we would all clap. The speech sounded roughly like this: “Blah, goobdy-glah, ookie jimbas.” It was quite hilarious.
Can I ask a favor?
Somebody please disagree with me if this is not you experience.
This is my request. Please, please, do not tell me that “the only thing that matters is a healthy mom and a healthy baby.” I’m not saying I don’t want a healthy baby, or that I would rather bleed to death, or that I don’t appreciate that I live in a place where I have the opportunity (not to mention the medical insurance) to allow us to catch a placenta previa and do something “safe” about it. But what I hear, although I know it is not what it intended, which is why I try not to get upset about it, is, “don’t get so worked up about your birth. Your experience of it doesn’t matter. Stop being upset.”
Counting down the minutes
I have to say I’ve been pretty overwhelmed by all the notes we’ve gotten saying that we are in people’s prayers. Thank you all so much!! No matter how things end up going, it has been a great blessing for me to know how many people care about me and our family.
The ultra sound appointment is set for 2:40 this afternoon, then it’s straight to the OB’s office to discuss where we stand, and then if there is time, we’re meeting with the midwife while we’re uptown. And then I’m hoping for a celebratory dinner somewhere… So I’ll update as soon as I can, but it probably won’t be until this evening.
The Trip, Part 1: Hospitality
I’m pretty sure this will take several days to explain, in part since my writing time is now divided by a number of thank-you notes which must be written with all haste.
Which seems like as good a place as any to start. We were very, very blessed by the generosity of friends and strangers on our trip to Fargo, ND, this past week. We were gone from Tuesday morning to the following Tuesday night, and only spent one of those nights away in a hotel. So pending the thank-you notes, here are the people to whom we owe our very awesome, very long trip.
Pockets of Freedom
I finally, after months, decided to read a blog of two today. This article was first, and it came at just the right time.
I never thought of God like that…
Lucy: “If God was made of glass, and had a thing in his back so you could wind Him up, like a wind-up bunny, then he could go up to the sky and come back down from the sky.”
And later in the same car ride…
Craig: “Have you ever tried to talk to Jesus?”
Lucy: “No, I’m too shy of him.”
A Community
Ah, it’s time again for me to write about something of substance. Or something.
We talk often about trying, someday in the future, to live in an intentional (Christian) community. We liked what we had at the Tulane Catholic Center, we’ve had retreat/camp experiences that were short term communities, and we liked it, so we’d like to do something similar full time.
Funnily enough, Craig’s parents already practically have this. We borrowed their house over the 4th of July weekend while they went on a vacation to Boston. Here is how our weekend went.
My Kind of Church
We were watching Brother Sun, Sister Moon last night, which scared Lucy is so many places (she doesn’t like feverish people, or strange looking crucifixes, or lepers…). The frolicking in the fields was a bit more 70s than I cared for, although Samantha enjoyed pointing out every flower, bird and dog (=sheep). When the crowd came and they opened San Damiano, Lucy said,
“I want to go to church with flowers. And ducks.”
Me too, Lucy, me too.
